Dude! Where's My Watch?

Boyhouse leans back in the leather sling, a thick ring weighing down his nose while chain links hold the sling itself. His black jock strap shows a red pouch at the center, like a spider’s mark—handsome and deadly. Element Eclipse kneels between his spread legs, teasing the hairs around Boyhouse’s swollen hole. He seals his lips over it and sucks, pulling the rim into a small mound with a wet crater in the middle. That crater is about to take his fist. Element works the hole with his tongue, then slides up to swallow Boyhouse’s cock. When the rosebud starts to show, Element stands, lines up his thick shaft, and drives in deep. Each thrust swings the sling harder, building speed. Fucking is only the warm-up. Element pulls out, greases his hand, and pushes inside. The sling rocks harder, reaching farther, until his forearm disappears halfway to the elbow. He draws back. Boyhouse’s rosebud blooms wide. He grabs his cock and sends a hot golden stream across Element’s hairy chest and pierced nipples. The cycle starts again—sucking, fucking, rimming, fisting—until both men finish slick with cum.